The contrast between the contemplative coolness and remoteness of a koi pond, and the volcano and birds really opens this strongly, then it becomes a lyric love poem, which as always,no one writes better than you. Even my current befuzzled brain feels comforted by the unmistakable force and beauty in this one.

I like the way you have used contrasting elemental images here: the fiery lava arising from water, the creatures of air making stones, the sun weeping, and the flame seeking the moon.This is such a clever way to infer how a person may enter our known worlds and change all the rules.

Fantastic cycling, from the volcano rising out of the pond to the sun weeping itself into pond. All things do cycle, don't they? Especially in nature. The elements and characters do find a way to balance things out. The volcano comes to life, so the sun must die. For jewels to exist, dirt must disappear.

I like this fiery volcano person who births both burn and bird, creates rubies, adorns the beautiful, murders the sun, turns the beautiful into someone who is a potentially dangerous weapon (as well as a "home" and safe place for volcanic birds) ... And the volcano can do all this, but still is restless and at the mercy of the "knife." How kind of the "knife" to be a perch rather than a blade when she could easily slash those birds into pieces.

My new book !

Modesty spoken here.

kindred spirits

"I have been blessed with these two gorgeousWings and I refuse to load my heart with weights."

--Marina Tsvetaeva

“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

Poetry made from...

...trinkets, mojo, and double mocha latte!

Welcome to the Word Garden

The Word Garden consists of original poems written by me, Shay a.k.a. Fireblossom. Please stop a while and enjoy them. But don't pick the blooms that you find here, they must not be planted elsewhere without permission of the author.